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Lin Qingqian had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, she first returned to the most difficult period in her previous life, typing on the keyboard all day long, without stopping.

But the scene of typing on the keyboard is very strange, it seems to be in a small room with no light, only the computer screen is flickering weakly, illuminating her pale face with a strange smile.

In the next moment, the world solidified like a crystal, and then suddenly collapsed. When she reacted, she opened her eyes again.

She saw a milky little dumpling—it was Song Qingyue who had just arrived at Lin's house.

There is no scenery around, it is a blank white.

She seemed to have forgotten the embarrassing situation between herself and the child, and subconsciously wanted to step forward to hug the child and touch her fleshy little face.

Raising her hand, her hand passed directly through Song Qingyue's body, and the child didn't seem to be looking at her at all, but behind her.

A sharp child's voice came from behind: "Who are you?"

She replied subconsciously: "I am Lin Qingqian."

No one responded to her voice, the child slowly clenched his hands, and said softly, "I'm Song Qingyue."

A tall man suddenly appeared, and then the scenery of the world slowly "loaded"—she recognized him at a glance.

It's Mu Huacheng.

She looked around and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar Lin's old house, which looked like it was more than ten years ago, with a retro feel.

A thought flashed across like lightning: "It must be a dream."

She looked behind her, and sure enough, it was herself in a princess dress.

She thought for a while, and leaned aside to watch the fun with great interest—anyway, no one could see her.

It's just that a strange voice suddenly came from my heart, it was a confused child's voice: "Is she here to snatch Dad from me?"

She looked blankly at the three people on the field, but no one spoke.

Well, could this be the voice of the original owner?

Mu Huacheng said slowly: "Qing Qian, take good care of your sister and don't bully others."

He smiled at Song Qingyue: "This is your sister."

He called over to Aunt Zhang who didn't have so many wrinkles on her face at this time, and whispered: "Take good care of Miss Yue."

Aunt Zhang frowned: "Does Mr. Lin know about this?"

Mu Huacheng was silent for a while: "Don't tell her yet, didn't she go abroad on a business trip?" He pinched his eyebrows angrily, "I will tell."

The fragments in the dream were broken, the next moment Mu Huacheng put on the woolen coat and was ready to go out.

She narrowed her eyes and got up to follow.

Just as soon as she went out, Mu Huacheng suddenly disappeared, and she suddenly fell into darkness.

"Are you also brought back from the orphanage by Dad?" A louder voice asked cautiously but curiously.

"No, I have a mother." Another voice seemed to come from far away.

"...Father, who is yours?"

"He said he was my biological father."

The confused voice in her heart sounded again: "Then dad doesn't want me?"

The sound of broken tiles suddenly sounded, followed by a rush of footsteps and a slamming door, and another voice became weaker: "Sister?"

She still has the energy to think, but just thinking about it gives her a headache.

Probably this was a dream, and the dream was based on the memory of the original owner. I couldn't go out with Mu Huacheng, probably because this was not what the original owner experienced.

After figuring this out, the darkness receded like a tide, and she saw "myself" and Song Qingyue carrying the schoolbag again.

Looks like another memory fragment.

"Why do you always follow me?" Xiao Lin Qingqian's face was puffed up, showing irritability from the inside out, "You are in the first grade and I am in the fifth grade. We are not in the same building!"

"Dad asked me to follow you." The child grew up a bit, but his voice was still very low, "It's the first day I come here, and I don't know the way."

"I don't know him either, so ask yourself!" Taking advantage of her height, Xiao Qingqian ran away, leaving the child alone.

A panicked, nasal voice called from behind: "Sister!"

What a sin.

Lin Qingqian sighed.

He looked at Xiao Qingqian who was nowhere to be seen, and the child who was standing alone in the wind holding his schoolbag and slowly squatting down.She had a sore nose, and gently reached out to touch her head.

Passed through without any accident.

She didn't care whether the child could hear her or not, and said softly, "She's not bad in nature, but she knew since she was a child that she was adopted and you were her own."

The child looked up at the sky in confusion.

"She actually envies you."

"She thought she was the one who was rejected by her biological parents, and you were the one who was found by her biological father."

"She's scared too."

"So, don't hate her."

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"Forget it, you can hate it if you want." Probably because no one could see her, she quickly faded away from her usual shrewd image, and became talkative and nagging.

The memory fragments are not complete, or in other words, only a few fragments were picked.

A faint inspiration flashed through her mind—there must be some meaning to this dream, maybe the remnants of the original owner were reminding her of something?

She was enthusiastically looking for similarities among the displayed memory fragments—to be honest, there were too many similarities and it was too easy to find.

There are clips of the original owner and children, or clips of the original owner bullying the children.

It's just that from the occasional flashes of conversation between the two, I know that children are not always bullied to death, and there should be some warm memories between the two of them.

After all, it is not uncommon for children to raise their heads and call "sister" with a smile, and sometimes they follow Xiao Qingqian like a follower.

"Hey hey hey! You're going too far!" She wished she could grab Xiao Qingqian and beat her up, "He worked so hard for five hours and gave it to you happily, so you lost it like this? "

The child stood in front of the trash can, silently looking at the handicrafts lying in it that had completely fallen apart.It was an origami puzzle giraffe, carefully colored, just.

Now all that remains are fragments.

The child reached out and picked up the pieces in the trash can bit by bit, and slowly put them together again.

It's the same naive giraffe, but wrinkled in places, horns broken in places, and stained with snack crumbs and spicy oil in the trash can.

The colorful giraffe looked at her, grinning with its big front teeth, indescribably weird.

The child stood up suddenly and angrily threw it back into the trash can.

The dream that followed became fragmented, and many scenes flashed by.

"Lin Qingqian, don't look at me with that look."

"Lin Qingqian, Mom is calling you to eat."

"Lin Qingqian, which university did you go to?"

until it's completely dark.

She stood in the dark, thinking about the purpose of the dream.After a long time, she said slowly, "You want to tell me, you guys, I mean the past that you and Qingyue experienced together when you were young, it's not as good as what she described before, and it's not just what you let me see today Is it so bad? After all, people’s memories always have filters.”

"Not only that." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Her hair stood on end, and she turned her head quickly.

The darkness didn't know when it would subside, and there was a person standing behind him all the time.

She looks exactly like her, except that she wears an extra pair of glasses and has a familiar smile on her face.

For the first time, she felt that this smile was so permeating.

"Who are you?" She was really taken aback and blurted out.The man adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile, "I'm Lin Qingqian."

She suddenly panicked, "Are you the original owner?"

"Lin Qingqian" shook her head, "I'm not, I'm you." She smiled, "I'm here to remind you."

"Reminder of what?"

The man smiled and spit out two words: "Personal pronouns."

The world in front of her collapsed suddenly, and she fell into a turmoil, only those two words buzzed in her ears like Hong Zhong Dalu.

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Song Qingyue hugged Lin Qingqian and found that her body temperature was abnormally high.

Now she was trembling and raving even more, saying something she couldn't understand.

She was a little anxious, first she called softly, "Lin Qingqian!" Then her voice became louder and more anxious.

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She was walking in a world of nothingness, with no path to the past, no path to the future, no light, no darkness.

She just walked like this, not knowing where she was going, where she could go, and who she was.

until someone called her.

"Lin Qingqian!"

The sound is louder than the sound.

"Lin Qingqian!"

Suddenly there was light in front of her, and she ran towards the light.

Like a moth to a flame.

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The child was about to cry. Seeing Lin Qingqian slowly opened her eyes, she threw herself into her arms, "You're scaring me to death!"

Lin Qingqian gave a stiff smile and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Qingyue sniffled and looked up, "I still want to ask you what's wrong! You were going to scare me to death just now!"

Lin Qingqian touched her head, "It was just a nightmare."

"But your forehead is so hot!"

Lin Qingqian touched her forehead with her backhand, and she was still in the mood to joke, "Probably I used my brain too much."

She pushed the child away from her arms, looked at her gently, "I have a question for you."

Song Qingyue was taken aback for a moment: She knows these words well.

It was the same as last time, and then I lost Lin Qingqian.

She panicked: "What's the problem?"

Lin Qing said with a slight smile: "It's very simple, just recall it."

"Since when did you stop calling me sister?"

The child's eyes suddenly darkened, "Giraffe."

"Do you remember?" Lin Qingqian was a little surprised, then hugged the child into her arms, "I'm sorry."

Although this apology is a bit late.

The child moved uneasily, and looked at her from her arms, "Did you have this dream just now?"

"Yes, I dreamed that the giraffe suddenly became very big, jumped up, stabbed its big mouth, and wanted to eat me." Lin Qingqian has always been the master of nonsense.

The child pouted: "Childish."

"Then why didn't you call me elder sister later?" Lin Qingqian was probably suffering from the sequelae of the dream just now, and her mouth was broken, "Look at Zhugong, you call me elder sister, Luo Yong and Xiao Liang, you call elder brother, At that time, Chu Tiankuo, who had only known each other for a few days, you also called brother, only me, you kept calling Lin Qingqian Lin Qingqian."

She pinched the child's face, "I'm not happy."

Song Qingyue lowered his head: "It's not good to call my sister..." Lin Qingqian understood the rest of the words without saying anything.

"Okay," she looked at the child with a smile, "Zhu Gong said, I want to give you a chance, I have already given the chance, and then you can figure it out."

Song Qingyue's mouth slowly opened wide, almost crying again.

Lin Qingqian helplessly rubbed her head, "Why do you cry so much?" She muttered, "I was so stubborn when I was young."

The child suddenly thought of a question, and said seriously: "Lin Qingqian, I also ask you a question."

"Well, you ask."

"Why do you care so much about when I fell in love with you?"

The author has something to say: Is Xiaolin always telling the truth or is there a reason for lying?

By the way~ My pre-received article has changed the cover~ It’s very beautiful~ You can save it by clicking into the column~ (Crazy hint!)

Send the long-lost small theater!

Xiao Song now: "I don't want to call you sister."

Xiao Song in the future: "Well, sister~"